Paper Towns Page #2

Oh. She's made up.

No, she's not.

But you can ask the girl

from Saskatchewan.

Oh, yeah, you could ask...

Oh, no, she's also made up.

No, they are both real.

Not made up.

Define "real".

- I don't know.

Gotta go.

Hi.

- Hey.

Hey. Let's go.

We have 10 minutes.

No, we're fine. Let's go.

Hi, Angela.

Bye, Angela.

It was nice

talking to you, Angela.

Oh, God. She's great.

Glad we can

have these chats.

So most of my days

were exactly like this.

I threw myself

into my classes...

SATs, extracurriculars.

By the end of high school...

I barely

thought of her at all.

I just had to graduate,

go off to college,

find someone new.

And forget the miracle

ever happened.

And it almost

worked out that way.

Until this one night.

Margo?

Shh.

Margo, hey.

I need to borrow your car.

What?

Your car.

I don't have a car.

I mean your mom's car.

Why can't you use your car?

My parents locked

the keys in the safe

beneath their bed.

And while I'm sure

I could go in there

and crack the combo...

it just so happens that

Myrna Mountweazel's

in there...

and that goddamn dog

despises me.

Anyway, so like I said,

I need to borrow your car.

Mmm-mmm.

Also, I need you

to drive the car...

because I have nine things

I need to do tonight...

and more than half of them

require a getaway driver.

What, are you

committing felonies?

Ooh. Remind me, is breaking

and entering a felony?

Yes. What?

Well.

Margo!

Okay.

I gotta go,

so are you in or out?

Why can't you just get

one of your underlings

to help you out?

Like Jase,

or Lacey, or Becca?

They're part

of the problem, actually.

What problem?

There are nine problems.

And your boyfriend's

one of them?

Ex-boyfriend.

Hmm.

Do you care to tell me

where we're going?

Uh, first,

we are going to BJ's.

We're going shopping?

No, we're not going shopping.

We are righting wrongs.

Then after that...

we're gonna wrong

some rights.

Basically, this is gonna be

the best night of your life.

Okay.

I really don't wanna

get into trouble.

You're a very anxious person,

aren't you, Q?

I'm not an anxious person.

I just...

I have plans and goals.

None of which

involve jail or dying.

Pull in here.

So, what plans?

Huh?

You said you had plans.

Uh... I just meant I'm going

to Duke in the fall...

then go to med school

and become an oncologist...

and obviously...

get married

and have kids by 30.

And then you'll be happy?

Huh?

When you're 30 in 12 years.

Married, kids, career.

Then you'll be happy.

Is that actually

what you're saying?

Um...

Yeah. I guess. Yeah.

Isn't there something

that could make you happy now?

Like, that's the saddest

thing I've ever heard.

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